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I knew the dealer
and we chuckled a few times,
he being street and me
being neater than the rest.
I knew them once too;
back when their mamas
fucked all the daddies
and I was too much
like my mother.
I knew them, the slink
and the oils of them
spread out for the gang
banging the doors
down after the nanny
cashed her cheque
and flew home to Mexico.
He took that ten-cent
off the dollar blow
and he cut it
with bleach that burned
the high class right
out of society,
and he funnelled it too;
into dollar store bags,
variety store bags, stamped
with pink lips and diamonds,
and he cranked that shit
up 499% and we laughed
and laughed and said a toast
to those designer bitches
as we slammed
drinks on their dimes
while they bled
from the eyes
in the center of the VIP
we were too street to enter.
We lived large
in the basement
and they paid
to push in the hallways,
and now I write poetry,
and they still hit
the best of the west,
sucking and chucking
the bucks for free.

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Nicole Lyons is a force of nature disguised as a writer, a social activist, a voice for the downtrodden, and a powerful poet with a delicate touch. She is a best selling published author, poet, and also a consulting editor for Sudden Denouement. You can read more of her writing at The Lithium Chronicles

I still remember the way
adrenaline burned
when my pulse raced
to sync with the others,
between flashes of light,
and the gulp of yours.
I still remember the way
deviance danced in my veins
when my pulse raced
to sync with the others,
between stops,
and licking you
up off the floor.
I still remember the way
shame seared
when my pulse raced
to sync with the others,
between flashes of truth,
and hot mouths slurping
our cold lies.
I still remember the way
my pulse slowed
to sync with the others,
between flashes of disbelief
and the scalding emptiness
after the taste of my dreams
hit the back of our throats.

I spent a lot of time crawling
around in the dark
trying to avoid the unknown places
where monsters hide.
Careful not to wish for anything,
in fear those wishes would turn
into nightmares
waking me with the cold sweat of fear.
And I slept with one eye open
or I never slept at all.
Sometimes I think maybe
I’ve been sleepwalking
this whole time.
There’s some comfort in that thought.
That I’ll wake up
in a dark hallway and recognize
my surroundings as the home
I believed in, a dream come true
that didn’t wake me to say…
“I was never more than lies disguised as bricks”,
wood painted over with two coats
of someone laughing at me.
But that comfort is nothing
more than a security blanket
I wrap myself in and it’s shredded.
I’m saving those pieces for you.
The monsters found their hiding place
in your eyes and I’ve been counting for years.
Ready or not… here I come…
when you least expect it.
I’m bringing those pieces back to you.
Because it’s only fair
for you to feel each one
until it ruins you.

Stephanie Bennett-Henry is a fierce poet who speaks with the beautiful tone of courage. She boldly proclaims, “No one can take the Fire out of your soul…” and “I have stood my ground, I am not breaking.” Her work is rife with poetic defiance. We are honored by her participation. Please look at her bio and more of her wonderful body of work: